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the dark when I'm sleep

[Chorus: Patti LaBelle]
I know it cannot happen without you, you you, without you, oh, oh oh oh
Without you

[Outro: Patti
you at a party, put up your dickbeaters 
By time I get through wreckin your jaw 
You be callin Patti LaBelle and Barry White hardcore 
Why should I
As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail for fucking Patti LaBelle
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I want to sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin' Patti Labelle
I'm not Prince, Lionel Richie, or Patti Labelle
I'm not the Cars, the Pretenders, or the be	-52's
My name is Young MC, and I'm the one you should choose
for rhymes

You got to save it for David and wave it if you think that I gave it
I never gave a damn about a critic so save it
I run amuk demanding
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I want to sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin' Patti Labelle
Like a two point five carat clustered jew-el
Rock like patti la-belle
Cause everything is real kid, you dead up
Dissect the true kids gettin set up
I'm not Prince, Lionel Richie, or Patti Labelle
I'm not the Cars, the Pretenders, or the be	-52's
My name is Young MC, and I'm the one you should choose
off the top of my head
I'll figure the rest out when I get you in my bed
Let me switch it up so I can talk about these silly cats
Try to take my shit
momma serve, free lunch from the church
I come like a thousand doves
Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin' the fuss, I gots tough love
Unglove the news,
to get down
Getting ready to get down
Getting ready to get down

Now people cross the street when you walk in their direction
Talk between their teeth
also vain and
Probably find a way to complain about a Pica**o painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk
Full of such blind rage I
also vain and
Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk
Full of such blind rage I
[Verse One: Jise One]
You can't handle what I'm about
I'm smoked out in Amsterdam
With two fans, I'm all about my fam
Who's the boss? I used to love
and get knocked right the fuck out
Come to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouth
You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash

Wu-Tang
and get curious 

[Erick Sermon] 
Nuff about that, let's get on to somethin better 
And if gets warm, take off the hot sweater 
And if you want some
You'll listen when he talks because he's got it like that
Matter fact he rules with iron fist, gripping misfortune
He learned to be a man from his father
you the candle whip
Sorta like Kyle Williams out in candlestick
Everybody shouldn’t grab the hammer by the grip, shit!
Billy Cundiff couldn’t handle
and get knocked right the fuck out
Come to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouth
You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash

Wu-Tang
you now?
You said publicly, "rest in peace, Mike Brown"
You speak about equality, but do you really mean it?
Are you marching for freedom, or when
and the white trash connection
No flexin', huh, know what I mean
You can feel us fool, we don't need to be seen
It's all about the green, not the drugs we be
turned your back on me
Just when I may have needed you most
Oh, you thought it was over
You can just close the chapter
And go about your life, like it was
turned your back on me
Just when I may have needed you most
Oh, you thought it was over
You can just close the chapter
And go about your life, like it was
and gave the Christ
What love is this to send his own?
To die for sin and take us home?
Got me feelin’ good
Forget my feelings
When you heard a story